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Apr 2014
at times i have to remind myself
that the air actually loves me and the car rides last
longer when i'm happy but the sunset will never last for
your perfect picture; my bed is my home
and it's okay to live alone while you're young and old, but never in between;
the music i listen too defines what my goals in life are,
and the voices give me guidance more than you can imagine;
i am my own smile and you are your own teeth,
and i'm perfectly fine that you are not me.
michael capozzi
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michael capozzi  cities that never sleep
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